Alright. Something was wrong. Either Rhade took a wrong turn, or he was really, really drunk. Quite possibly both were the correct answers because he was on the bridge....and his great-great-great-great-great-very great grandfather was standing in front of him.Telemachus was really, very happy he didn't have a bottle in his hand at the moment. That wasn't the best way to impress your ancestor.

If this had all happened a year ago, Telemachus wouldn't have a problem. But now? Now he was a shell of himself, having shaped himself into what he hated the most, rather than striving to be the most perfect Nietzschean he could be.

Still, he should try. He owed his family, his ancestor that much.

"You've been abducted, transported to another universe. It's..." Rhade paused." It's an honor to meet you."